kingdom ; minishaw

five.

"are you ready?" simon asked, holding out his hand.

"maybe i shouldn't wear nightclothes my first time outside, simon." harry laughed, walking towards his wardrobe.

he rummaged around and brought out quite a few articles of clothing. simon quirked his eyebrow at the two pairs of clothes he had brought out. then, some of them were being flung at him. it caught him by surprise and he almost fell backwards.

harry giggled, "your top is damp."

simon shrugged and immediately reached under his plain, white t-shirt to take it off and replace it with harry's pastel blue jumper.

when he first took his top off, he heard harry squeal a little and turn to face away from him. simon chuckled, pretending not to see the way his cheeks flushed.

"why blue?" he asked, shoving his arms in the sleeves.

"it's pretty, like your eyes." harry said simply.

simon smiled at the boy who still had his back turned. if harry was to look, there and then, he would have seen the way simon's eyes lit up at his little compliment and his heart felt a little lighter in his chest despite missing home just so much.

"thanks." he muttered, quietly because simon just didn't know how to react to compliments especially from pretty boys with sparkly eyes and pink fingernails.

when he was done changing, he turned around to face the wall, gesturing for harry to dress.

admittedly, he couldn't help sneaking a glance at him when he knew harry wouldn't notice. he picked up on the way his legs were completely hairless, and the way his milky skin looked so impossibly smooth and for some reason he wanted to touch it. simon turned back around, shaking his head of these toxic thoughts.

"um, you can look now."

simon turned and immediately snorted. harry was wearing a jumper identical to his own, along with a pair of grey jeans.

"matching, are we?" he smirked, using the joke to stop himself from doing or saying something stupid.

harry nodded, shyly. "it fits you better than me, though."

the jumper clung to simon's broad shoulders, fitting well in all the right places and hugged his torso in an attractive way. whilst, the younger boy had a smaller frame so the jumper hung from his shoulders, loose and baggy on him. the sleeves went past his hands which simon thought was so utterly adorable.

"why are you looking at me like that?" harry asked, trying to mask the bashful smile forming on his face.

simon jumped, snapping out of his thoughts. "sorry," he breathed, "-the jumper just fits you...good."

"okay," harry nods, a half smile -like the moonlight of laughter- dawning on his face.

"let's get going, your majesty."

"do not call me that."

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"simon," harry breathed, his heart racing, "-there's a guard coming!"